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✿ 20 ✿

Minho went to the hospital straight after to just sit and talk to his parents.

He didn't have much to say today so after ranting a little about jisung and how he met chan again, Minho sat in silence before he fell asleep.

Lately it's been hard to get a good night's sleep. He'd go to bed fairly early but as soon as 12-1am hit, he'd be awake.

Unable to fall asleep, he does random things to fill his time before he has to go to school.

It was close to the time when visiting hours ended so the nurse from the front desk went in to wake him up.

He said goodbye to his parents, gave them a hug as usual and walked out with his hands in his pockets.

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Minho doesn't show it much, but having to be in a room with unresponsive parents is both a blissful and sorrowful experience.

It hurts that he wasn't the one to be like that instead. Even tho it's not his fault, he still blames himself somewhat.

Blaming himself.

This comes with consequences, those which are triggering to his mind and harmful to his being.

His walking came to a halt and he looked up at the night sky, unaware of the tears wetting his statue like features.

Minho hasn't cried in a while, but the reality of it all came crashing down on him once again; he may have to take his parents off of the machine soon.

The machine keeping both of them alive if they don't wake up within the next month. That and also the fact that the money for the treatment was getting less and less.

He wanted to scream.

Minho pulled at his hair as he sat on the small curb a few steps away from where the hospital was.

He keeps repeating, 'why me' in his head. The suffering felt suffocating.

It's been bad but this is close to the worst he's ever felt when it came to his parents being in a coma.

His grip on his own hair never loosened, even when he got back to his apartment.

Minho held himself. He held himself, because it's been him for two years now. Just him and this empty apartment, with no sign of joy. Every wall slash corner was bare. He didn't even care to decorate it because what's the use.

Minho tried closing his eyes since he came home, and was exhausted, but the sleep didn't want him.

He groaned and reached into his bedside table for the sleeping pills he hated taking. Sure they made him sleep, but not soundly.

Minho stared at them before throwing back two and got comfortable on his bed again.

Within minutes, he was knocked out.

—nya

Sigh.